LOGINCassie. I donāt know if itās wrong to feel this way, but my bodyās become its own universe, heat pooling between my thighs, growing hotter every damn day. Alone in my room, I canāt stopāfingers slipping into my pussy, thrusting deeper, harder, chasing that edge. I pinch my nipples raw, twisting until they ache, fucking myself frantic with my hand, but itās never enough. Iām 18; I shouldnāt be this desperate, this filthy. My brain screams itās wrong, but my body betrays every moral, craving skin, touch, him. Ever since Dad assigned Dante as my bodyguard, itās worsened. I bought vibrators, dildos in every sizeāthick, veined, buzzing monstersābut theyāre hollow substitutes. My pussy aches for Danteās cock, wants to swallow him whole, feel him stretch and ruin me instead of cold silicone. āOh my god, Cassie⦠is that your new bodyguard?ā Mimi, my best friend, whispers as we walk the school hallway. Sheās spotted Dante stepping out of the car, opening my door with that s
Lila. He widens my legs further with rough hands, knees pushed back until one brushes my face, exposing me completely. āAll mine⦠all fucking mine,ā he growls, tilting his head to spit a thick glob right on my pussy. The warm saliva lands hot on my mound, trickling down to my clit, making it twitch and throb. Instead of releasing my thighs, he presses one down harder, pinning it, his spit mixing with my wetness, sending electric jolts through my veins. I crave moreāfilthy, degrading, perfect. āI want more, please⦠spit on me, please,ā I cry, words tumbling out unfiltered, my body betraying every sense. It started craving Damon long ago. āOh, you want more? Youāre so dirty, arenāt you⦠my dirty little plaything,ā he says, pouring another fat glob of saliva onto my pussy. It hits my mound, rolling slow down to my clit, slick and obscene. āTouch yourself for me, baby⦠touch it before you can have my cock,ā he commands, eyes burning. My hands trail down, arch
Lila. I crawl across the mattress toward him, my knees sinking into the soft fabric, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and raw need. Damonās eyes lock on me, dark and hungry, a smirk playing on his lips. āSuch a good little girl, arenāt you?ā he says, his hands slapping both my thighs sharp and stinging as I straddle his face, spreading my legs wide. The smack echoes, heat flaring across my skin, making my pussy clench harder. His fingers find the rope lace cinching my gown around my chest, tugging it loose with rough pulls. āI want these off⦠I want to see how beautiful those tits are,ā he grunts, voice thick with lust, yanking the fabric free. My breasts spring out, heavy and aching, nipples hard from the cool air and his gaze. Leaning forward, my face inches from his, they brush his cheeks, teasing his lips. He reaches up, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling the peak while his teeth graze just enough to spark pain-pleasure. Iāve
Lila. āIf you wonāt do that⦠I have better ways to make you beg⦠make you beg me to fuck you so hard,ā he taunts, voice dripping with dark promise. āItās just so written all over your body that you want to get fucked⦠on your best friendās wedding⦠by her fiancĆ©ā¦ā He slams harder, his chest crushing my back, my breasts flattening painfully against the door, nipples scraping the wood through my gown. āYou tell me itās the wrong room you got into⦠you and I fucking know itās a lie, princess,ā he mocks, breath hot on my neck. Iām gasping, trembling, my cheek pressed flush to the door like itās clamped there, hands splayed wide for balance. He drops suddenly to his knees behind me, bunching my gown higher, exposing my ass completely. What I didnāt expectāa sharp, stinging smack lands on my right cheek, the crack echoing in the room. I yelp, jolting forward. āYou naughty girl⦠getting into the wrong room,ā he growls, another smack on the left, harder, heat blooming acros
Lila. My pussy throbbed the instant Eunice my best friend flashed her fiancĆ©ās photos on her phone, his chiseled jaw and piercing eyes staring back like a promise. She gushed endlesslyāhow handsome he was, the way his broad shoulders filled a suit, his deep voice commanding attention. But when she delved into their sex life, describing his thick cock stretching her, pounding deep until she screamed, my core ignited. Heat flooded between my thighs, my clit swelling, pulsing with every filthy detail she spilled. I shifted on the couch, thighs clenching, but it wasnāt enough. My pussy clenched empty, aching, slickness soaking my panties as she painted vivid scenes of him pinning her down, thrusting relentless, filling her completely. I couldnāt hold back. My hand slipped under my skirt, fingers diving into my drenched folds, circling my throbbing clit in frantic strokes. She kept talkingāhis stamina, how he made her cum multiple times, his cum dripping from herāan
Micheal. A smirk rolls across my face, slow and wicked, as her words hang in the air like a filthy prayer. āEat my fucking pussy, please,ā she repeats, gasping, her hands pressing back on the table for leverage, arching her body toward me, legs spread impossibly wide on the edge. āRainbow,ā I drawl her name like itās sacred scripture, tasting it on my tongue before I drop to my knees between her thighs. My hands grip her hips, yanking her closer until her ass hangs just off the table, pussy thrust forward like an offering. I lower my head to her mound, inhaling her musky scentāsweet arousal mixed with the faint tang of our earlier sins. My tongue drags slow from her entrance up to her clit, a long, flat lick that makes her shudder, her juices coating my taste buds. āFuck⦠yes, Michael⦠I want that,ā she moans, her voice breathy, one hand flying to my hair, tugging hard. āPlease donāt stop eatingā¦ā I growl against her folds, the vibration making her hips buck. My







